Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Words words words.

"He was not the Visser I had known in Paris. Prison had broken him. Once his passions had been in his eyes, but now they were in his mouth and cheeks."

---A Coffin for Dimitrios, by Eric Ambler


Blogger Chilly Jay Chill said...

All too true. I think my passions have migrated to the arches of my feet and the backs of my knees. But at least they are not circling my navel like water around a drain.

9:29 AM  
Blogger Prof. Drew LeDrew said...

Mine? Ears. Occasionally palms.

3:38 PM  

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